I ran inside after morning tea. My answers just wouldn’t match.
I could smell a sour smell swifting up my nose. I touched around for it I couldn’t find it.
I could feel the wet pointy mystery of a thing in my hands. I could feel a half circle shape. It had a hard bottom and it was bumpy. It had pointed sharp corners. The next second I took my blindfold off and there it was...a lemon.
